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            <div class="date">Thứ ba, Ngày 12 tháng 5, 2014 </div>
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                <p>I had the strangest weekend. My husband went to New Orleans for a bachelor party and my in-laws insisted upon watching my son for one of the nights he was away. I was all set to argue that I probably could handle a single potty-trained, getting-himself-dressed, occasionally listening almost-5 year-old for all of 48 hours but when I opened my mouth the only words that came out were, “Thank you! What a fantastic idea!” </p>
                <p><a title="on my coffee table this weekend" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/14142974183"><img width="500" height="333" alt="on my coffee table this weekend" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5277/14142974183_4e2bbf605c.jpg"></a><br>
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                <p>All of a sudden, I was flying completely solo for the first time in half a decade and I had no idea what to do with myself. Would I finally clean the apartment? Would I have a giant party? Would I go away by myself for the night, just because I could? Would I watch two matinees in a row and eat popcorn and Reese’s pieces for dinner? Why had I not been planning for this day my all <i>five years</i> I’d had to think about it; I bet when Jacob was 8 months old and hadn’t slept through the night for any of them, I had a crystal-clear idea of where I’d run if given the chance. (Spoiler: Back to bed. Or Paris! Or both!) But that was then and this was Saturday. So, I went for a haircut. I took a walk. I ducked into tiny bookstores and bought new things for everyone to read. With friends, I went for manicures and pedicures, ordered cava and tapas, and stuffed wedding invitations. I slept in! I got a massage with a gift certificate I received over 3 years ago! I finished the book I was reading and started a new one! I realize this is probably the dullest story ever told, but I honestly couldn’t believe the lap of limitless luxury my life had become. I can’t believe there are people that live like this every single day; I can’t believe I was once one of them. This is probably how having kids turns you into one of those fuddy-duddies you remember your parents being.</p>
                <p><a title="wilted spinach" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/13936245739"><img width="500" height="333" alt="wilted spinach" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5596/13936245739_29aba9cfd8.jpg"></a></p>
                <p> <a class="more-link" href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2014/05/fresh-spinach-pasta/#more-11813">Continued after the jump »</a></p>
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            <div class="date">Thứ ba, Ngày 12 tháng 5, 2014 </div>
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                <p><a title="fresh spinach pasta" href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2014/05/fresh-spinach-pasta/"><img width="500" height="333" alt="fresh spinach pasta" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2923/14142984493_64105b34c5.jpg"></a></p>
                <p>I had the strangest weekend. My husband went to New Orleans for a bachelor party and my in-laws insisted upon watching my son for one of the nights he was away. I was all set to argue that I probably could handle a single potty-trained, getting-himself-dressed, occasionally listening almost-5 year-old for all of 48 hours but when I opened my mouth the only words that came out were, “Thank you! What a fantastic idea!” </p>
                <p><a title="on my coffee table this weekend" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/14142974183"><img width="500" height="333" alt="on my coffee table this weekend" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5277/14142974183_4e2bbf605c.jpg"></a><br>
                    <a title="baby spinach leaves" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/13936234817"><img width="500" height="333" alt="baby spinach leaves" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2903/13936234817_6700b5c58d.jpg"></a></p>
                <p>All of a sudden, I was flying completely solo for the first time in half a decade and I had no idea what to do with myself. Would I finally clean the apartment? Would I have a giant party? Would I go away by myself for the night, just because I could? Would I watch two matinees in a row and eat popcorn and Reese’s pieces for dinner? Why had I not been planning for this day my all <i>five years</i> I’d had to think about it; I bet when Jacob was 8 months old and hadn’t slept through the night for any of them, I had a crystal-clear idea of where I’d run if given the chance. (Spoiler: Back to bed. Or Paris! Or both!) But that was then and this was Saturday. So, I went for a haircut. I took a walk. I ducked into tiny bookstores and bought new things for everyone to read. With friends, I went for manicures and pedicures, ordered cava and tapas, and stuffed wedding invitations. I slept in! I got a massage with a gift certificate I received over 3 years ago! I finished the book I was reading and started a new one! I realize this is probably the dullest story ever told, but I honestly couldn’t believe the lap of limitless luxury my life had become. I can’t believe there are people that live like this every single day; I can’t believe I was once one of them. This is probably how having kids turns you into one of those fuddy-duddies you remember your parents being.</p>
                <p><a title="wilted spinach" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/13936245739"><img width="500" height="333" alt="wilted spinach" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5596/13936245739_29aba9cfd8.jpg"></a></p>
                <p> <a class="more-link" href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2014/05/fresh-spinach-pasta/#more-11813">Continued after the jump »</a></p>
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            <p class="postmetadata alt">See more: <a rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Breakfast" href="">Ăn sáng</a>, <a rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Muffin/Quick Bread" href="">Ăn nhanh</a>, <a rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Photo" href="">Photo</a> </p>
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            <div class="date">Thứ ba, Ngày 12 tháng 5, 2014 </div>
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                <p><a title="fresh spinach pasta" href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2014/05/fresh-spinach-pasta/"><img width="500" height="333" alt="fresh spinach pasta" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2923/14142984493_64105b34c5.jpg"></a></p>
                <p>I had the strangest weekend. My husband went to New Orleans for a bachelor party and my in-laws insisted upon watching my son for one of the nights he was away. I was all set to argue that I probably could handle a single potty-trained, getting-himself-dressed, occasionally listening almost-5 year-old for all of 48 hours but when I opened my mouth the only words that came out were, “Thank you! What a fantastic idea!” </p>
                <p><a title="on my coffee table this weekend" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/14142974183"><img width="500" height="333" alt="on my coffee table this weekend" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5277/14142974183_4e2bbf605c.jpg"></a><br>
                    <a title="baby spinach leaves" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/13936234817"><img width="500" height="333" alt="baby spinach leaves" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2903/13936234817_6700b5c58d.jpg"></a></p>
                <p>All of a sudden, I was flying completely solo for the first time in half a decade and I had no idea what to do with myself. Would I finally clean the apartment? Would I have a giant party? Would I go away by myself for the night, just because I could? Would I watch two matinees in a row and eat popcorn and Reese’s pieces for dinner? Why had I not been planning for this day my all <i>five years</i> I’d had to think about it; I bet when Jacob was 8 months old and hadn’t slept through the night for any of them, I had a crystal-clear idea of where I’d run if given the chance. (Spoiler: Back to bed. Or Paris! Or both!) But that was then and this was Saturday. So, I went for a haircut. I took a walk. I ducked into tiny bookstores and bought new things for everyone to read. With friends, I went for manicures and pedicures, ordered cava and tapas, and stuffed wedding invitations. I slept in! I got a massage with a gift certificate I received over 3 years ago! I finished the book I was reading and started a new one! I realize this is probably the dullest story ever told, but I honestly couldn’t believe the lap of limitless luxury my life had become. I can’t believe there are people that live like this every single day; I can’t believe I was once one of them. This is probably how having kids turns you into one of those fuddy-duddies you remember your parents being.</p>
                <p><a title="wilted spinach" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/13936245739"><img width="500" height="333" alt="wilted spinach" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5596/13936245739_29aba9cfd8.jpg"></a></p>
                <p> <a class="more-link" href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2014/05/fresh-spinach-pasta/#more-11813">Continued after the jump »</a></p>
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            <p class="postmetadata alt">See more: <a rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Breakfast" href="">Ăn sáng</a>, <a rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Muffin/Quick Bread" href="">Ăn nhanh</a>, <a rel="category tag" title="View all posts in Photo" href="">Photo</a> </p>
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            <div class="date">Thứ ba, Ngày 12 tháng 5, 2014 </div>
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                <p><a title="fresh spinach pasta" href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2014/05/fresh-spinach-pasta/"><img width="500" height="333" alt="fresh spinach pasta" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2923/14142984493_64105b34c5.jpg"></a></p>
                <p>I had the strangest weekend. My husband went to New Orleans for a bachelor party and my in-laws insisted upon watching my son for one of the nights he was away. I was all set to argue that I probably could handle a single potty-trained, getting-himself-dressed, occasionally listening almost-5 year-old for all of 48 hours but when I opened my mouth the only words that came out were, “Thank you! What a fantastic idea!” </p>
                <p><a title="on my coffee table this weekend" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/14142974183"><img width="500" height="333" alt="on my coffee table this weekend" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5277/14142974183_4e2bbf605c.jpg"></a><br>
                    <a title="baby spinach leaves" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/13936234817"><img width="500" height="333" alt="baby spinach leaves" src="https://farm3.staticflickr.com/2903/13936234817_6700b5c58d.jpg"></a></p>
                <p>All of a sudden, I was flying completely solo for the first time in half a decade and I had no idea what to do with myself. Would I finally clean the apartment? Would I have a giant party? Would I go away by myself for the night, just because I could? Would I watch two matinees in a row and eat popcorn and Reese’s pieces for dinner? Why had I not been planning for this day my all <i>five years</i> I’d had to think about it; I bet when Jacob was 8 months old and hadn’t slept through the night for any of them, I had a crystal-clear idea of where I’d run if given the chance. (Spoiler: Back to bed. Or Paris! Or both!) But that was then and this was Saturday. So, I went for a haircut. I took a walk. I ducked into tiny bookstores and bought new things for everyone to read. With friends, I went for manicures and pedicures, ordered cava and tapas, and stuffed wedding invitations. I slept in! I got a massage with a gift certificate I received over 3 years ago! I finished the book I was reading and started a new one! I realize this is probably the dullest story ever told, but I honestly couldn’t believe the lap of limitless luxury my life had become. I can’t believe there are people that live like this every single day; I can’t believe I was once one of them. This is probably how having kids turns you into one of those fuddy-duddies you remember your parents being.</p>
                <p><a title="wilted spinach" href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/smitten/13936245739"><img width="500" height="333" alt="wilted spinach" src="https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5596/13936245739_29aba9cfd8.jpg"></a></p>
                <p> <a class="more-link" href="http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2014/05/fresh-spinach-pasta/#more-11813">Continued after the jump »</a></p>
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